Omigod.. I am so sorry, everyone, it took so long!!! But I'm devoted now. I
have ideas for this one. and I want to get them out, dammit!!
Anyway, sorry for the delay. I know how many of you wanted the rest of it. ^^ Please r&r!
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It was rather late into the night, when Bikky got up and decided to do some routine rummaging through Ryo's apartment. He tiptoed through the hallways in his pajamas, silently as possible, down to Ryo's room. He knew that Ryo wouldn't be sleeping in their tonight; he hadn't slept in there ever since after Dee died.
The reason that he had decided to do some "routine rummaging", was because he and Carol decided that there was something fishy about this whole vacation situation. For starters, Ryo would have usually taken them without hesitation. They could understand that he would need some time to recuperate, but even under the circumstances, he probably would have taken them as well, knowing that they might be experiencing some trouble as well.
Bikky pushed open the door to his room, which thanks to Ryo's meticulous house maintenance and, well. over "anal" attitude towards cleanliness, didn't make a sound.
He relaxed now, and strode across the small room, which still had Dee's things scattered about.
No wonder he wasn't sleeping in here. he probably couldn't get the strength to get rid of any of it, much less move it.
On the desk was Ryo's travel brochure, tickets and. passport? Did you need a passport to go to Colorado? He picked up the small bundle of papers and thumbed through them, looking for the ticket. He found it between some receipts, and fished it out.
He stood over the desk, flipped on Ryo's desk lamp, and hunched over the ticket to read the fine print, which, in this dim light and to his tired eyes, was blurred only slightly.
"O-Osaka?" He muttered. He didn't know where Osaka was, but after a little more investigation, found that the city resided in Japan; Ryo's native country. In a sense, America was home to him as well, since he had American blood and was born in the states, but he probably considered Japan his homeland. (Even though he had probably never been there.) Not only that, the ticket was a one way ticket; No round trips for Ryo.
He wrinkled his nose in confusion. Why would he tell them that he was going to Colorado, when the tickets said otherwise?
He set them back down on the desk. He would talk to Carol about it tomorrow, and then to Ryo, if he wasn't too busy packing. He did leave the very next day, after all.
He yawned, stretched, and wandered to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water before he went back to bed.
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"Japan??" Carol asked wide eyed.
"Yeah, I went to his room last night, and found the plane tickets on his desk.."
Carol shrugged. "So what does it matter to you?"
"It matters to me because.. he might not be coming back."
Carol smiled. "Now why would you think that?" She said, eyeing him like a child, which indeed he was, he just didn't like it when people treated him as such.
"Think about it, Carol! Osaka is probably where his family lives."
"O-sa-ka, you mean?"
"Yeah, well anyway, that's probably where his family leaves, which means he probably won't be coming back."
Carol's all-knowing smile faded, replaced by a look of slight worry.
"Well. I. I wouldn't worry about it much, you know? I mean, he probably just changed his vacation plans, is all. He probably only wants to visit his family. Besides, he wouldn't do that. He has you to worry about."
"I don't think he even cares at this point.." Bikky muttered under his breath.
There was a loud honk outside, followed by some miscellaneous car beeps, which reminded the two that they were in a public café, two empty cups sitting on their table. They glanced at one another, thinking that they should probably be at school.
Bikky stood, his hands on the table. "I'm gonna let you cover this. I gotta go, and I got no cash."
"WHAT??"
Before Carol could stand up, he was out the door, waving his thanks, and dashing down the street.
She sighed, and fished through her pockets, leaving the total plus tip on the table.
"You little Brat!!!" She screamed, and careened down the street after him.
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The airport shuttle had arrived a little earlier than usual, but that didn't bother Ryo. He had everything packed and ready to go. The driver helped him load up, and before he knew it, he was sitting in the passenger's side, silent, as the driver tried to make small talk with him, which was the last thing he wanted. His main response to the driver was to smile and nod.
"So, where you headed?" He asked, his eyes darting from Ryo, to the road, and back again.
"Osaka," he replied simply.
"Oh really? That in. Korea or Japan, or something?"
Ryo smiled. "Yes.. Japan. I- I'm going on vacation for awhile." He stammered, thinking about how he had lied to Bikky earlier that morning. No turning back now, though. He had already bought the tickets, and was more than halfway to the airport. Deep down, he felt a little bad for lying to his foundling, but it's not like he was going to disappear forever. Besides that, Carol's Aunt was more than happy to take the brat in for a while, and she said not to worry about hurrying back. Of course it would be rude not to come back at all; but he needed some time.. to think, maybe. He didn't know what he needed time for, but he needed it. He sighed, and leaned into his seat, noting the uncomfortable chafe of the seatbelt against his neck. Damn his shortness, he thought, as he peered at the driver, who was a little more than 6', but barely. Tall enough for the seatbelt to do its job, anyway.
"Really? You got family there, or are you just traveling?"
"Just traveling." He sighed. All of his family had come to the U.S. During World War II, and even before than, his Japanese bloodline had been long since washed out by Europeans in the country. When he came to the U.S. his family barely resembled anything Asian. (Thank god for them; he was thankful he didn't have grandparents that went on and on about the Death camps and such.) If he had any relatives left in Japan, he didn't know who or where they were.
The driver eventually got the point, and asked if Ryo minded if he put his headphones on. Of course he didn't. He was soon left in peaceful, blissful silence; something he hadn't been granted with in awhile.
Check-In, of course, was boring and tedious. Ryo seemed to be in another realm of reality the whole time though; feeling as if he were dreaming it all. So before he knew it, he was in the Security check. That was where Carol and Bikky were supposed to meet him to wish him a farewell, but he saw no sign of the two. They were probably a little late; they were coming from school, after all. One baby step at a time, he got closer and closer to the point where Carol and Bikky couldn't follow. Maybe they didn't want to say goodbye.. maybe Bikky was happy that he had basically been set free into the wild, ready to cause trouble and do as he pleased? He smiled. That wouldn't be at all unlike him, but on the other hand, he was a sweet kid, and might get upset if he missed Ryo.
After the Security check, there was still no sign of the two. He sighed, and walked through, to an escalator which lead to areas where only paying passengers could be. He walked slow down the stairs, hoping maybe they were a little late.
His thoughts were interrupted by a rather out of place pounding; like fists on glass. He looked up to a large glass wall, and saw Bikky and Carol waving their arms around like Lunatics. He smiled, stopped and waved, blowing a sarcastic kiss. Bikky smiled, and pretended to shoot a gun at him. Ryo smiled, took a last glance at the two, and went down.
"Bye, guys." he said quietly, still looking up as he went down, even though he couldn't see them.
"Goodbye, Dee."
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Last Chance.
Last chance for what?
Did he know how you felt?
Did he feel the same way?
I don't want to say goodbye.
Its cold here. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared. Was it a dream? It had to have been. It was a dream.. I know it was.
God, It wasn't. I can hear them crying. I can hear Ryo.
"Please wake up. Dee.. come back to me."
He sounds so distant.
Oh God, I'm trembling. I can't die like this. Not without telling you. Not without hearing you say you love me.
If you do..
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"G. GAAAHAHA!!!"
Dee bolted upright, panting uncontrollably. His skin felt icy cold, and he was drenched in freezing sweat.
He clambered frantically at chest. and found no bullet hole. No wound, no blood.
So it was just a dream. A freaky ass dream that seemed to real. Way too real, in fact. He laughed, thinking maybe it happened, and he was being another chance..
That was ridiculous! He laughed at his naiveté, and felt the drowsiness overcome him again. He fell back into the warmth of Ryo's bed, and wanted to go back to bed, but found that he couldn't. Besides, he had to go run some errands. He grumbled, and flipped onto his side.
"Come on big boy, it's all up to you now." He muttered to himself, as if it were an inspirational speech to get him moving. It failed to work, but it was worth a try.
When he had finally gotten the will to open his heavy eyes, he slowly crawled out of bed into some clothing, which was either clean or dirty, he couldn't tell, and frankly, he didn't care. He tucked his blue shirt in, tried to zip up his pants and button them, (although this seemed to be rather difficult, considering his hands were so tired the seemed to be nothing but rectangular blocks of wood on his hands that kind of were supposed to be fingers) and then tried to button his shirt, but had realized that he had tucked it in quite sloppily before he could even button it.
It had taken him nearly an hour to fully wake (or, get dressed, as the case may be), and get a somewhat decent meal into his stomach. He sat at the table, munching at some Cream of Oranges Instant Breakfast that Ryo had bought. The clock on the wall sat across from him, ticking away as if to remind him that he had not more than a couple of hours to do his errands and get to work. He glared at the clock. It seemed to glare back, but as it turned out, that was only the second hand at such and angle to make the clock look as if it were frowning at him. He sighed, and finished up his meal, carelessly tossing the pastel blue plastic bowl into the kitchen sink.
He walked past the fridge, and checked to see if Ryo had left a shopping list. Shopping was one of the things Ryo had asked him to do, but he couldn't do it very well if he didn't know what Ryo wanted. There was indeed one, sticking to the fridge with the aid of some clever magnets that were made to look like tacks. On a flowery piece of stationary, was scribbled some demands in Ryo's delicate handwriting. It read:
"MILK, BREAD, EGGS, CREAMER, GROUND TURKEY.
TAKE TRASH OUT.
SEE YOU AT WORK. ~RYO"
He started to fold up the note, but then had a sense of déjà vu. Didn't this happen yesterday? No.
He stopped dead in his tracks. This was exactly like that damned dream.
He dropped the note, rather than shoving it into his pocket. He couldn't go to the bank. He.. He just had to get straight to work; save explanations for Ryo later, and think of a good excuse so the Chief wouldn't bug him about being early for once.
He bit his lip, and grabbed his coat and wallet, running out to the car. He jumped in, and locked himself in. There was no way that his dream predicted anything. He was so far from any mystic crap that there was no way. He didn't even believe in that crap!
He laughed, and shook his head. That's right. His dream didn't predict any damned future. He let a shaky hand lead his key to the ignition, and the car started with a comforting purr. Maybe he could go buy his movie? But he needed cash to do that. so that option was out.
Just go to work, you know you don't want to, but you should. Just go.
He sighed, slapped his inner voice, and sped off, anticipating the morning rush of traffic.
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"Dee!" Ryo smiled, when he walked past. "What are you doing here?"
"I.." He paused. "I didn't have anything else to do."
"Wow. And you came to work early? Amazing." Ryo teased amiably.
"Shut up, dude! I just was bored, okay?"
Ryo stopped. "Really? Seems like there's more to it. You have a head of glass, Dee. What's wrong?"
Dee paused, and flopped into a chair next to Ryo. "I. I had a bad dream." He waited for the small, polite cynical retort, but Ryo only sat, waiting for him to go on.
"It was so real. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do. I heard you screaming at me to wake up. telling me not to leave you. I."
He cleared his throat.
"Anyway, I woke up and found your shopping list. But everything was like how it was in the dream. The note was the same, the food was the same. the clothing scattered on the floor. it just freaked the shit outta me."
"Oh?" Ryo asked, and smiled. "It was just a dream. don't worry about it." He pat his shoulder, and turned his attention back to his paperwork.
"Um.. Ry-Ryo?" He stammered. Ryo turned back around.
"Yes?"
Dee froze up. He wanted to tell Ryo right now how he felt, and have Ryo tell him he loved him. But his courage stopped up, was stopped like water in a bottle by a cork.
"N-nevermind. I gotta go catch up on some paperwork, okay?"
"Right, right. See you tonight."
"Right." Dee sighed, and stood, stalking off to his desk. There was A LOT of paperwork he had been putting off, including a few apologies to write and damage reports to read. First off, there was the issue of the Revolver vs. Automatic. The chief had taken away his automatics, because he fired more bullets than they had in stock, and was told he could only fire 6 shots a day. He had officially broken a record, and not necessarily a good one, considering the last cop who did that was in jail now for killing an entire group of civilians. Not necessarily the sanest nut in the bin.
He sat, and pulled out a couple sheets to start his request for the return of the standard issue automatics, when Drake interrupted him with a grab on the shoulder. He yelped, and spun around, glaring apprehensively at him.
"Dee, there's a hold up downtown. They need backup. C'mon man, we gotta go!" Dee stared at him run off, cursed and grabbed his jacket, running after him. Not once did the dream cross his mind; he thought that danger was out of the way. He had done good and changed fate by not cashing his check.
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~*~ I know.. you are all getting impatient to see what is going to happen. Well let me tell you something..
SORE WA HIMITSU DESU!!
I'll get the next chapter up sooner than I did with this one, I promise. ^^ ~*~
Anyway, sorry for the delay. I know how many of you wanted the rest of it. ^^ Please r&r!
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It was rather late into the night, when Bikky got up and decided to do some routine rummaging through Ryo's apartment. He tiptoed through the hallways in his pajamas, silently as possible, down to Ryo's room. He knew that Ryo wouldn't be sleeping in their tonight; he hadn't slept in there ever since after Dee died.
The reason that he had decided to do some "routine rummaging", was because he and Carol decided that there was something fishy about this whole vacation situation. For starters, Ryo would have usually taken them without hesitation. They could understand that he would need some time to recuperate, but even under the circumstances, he probably would have taken them as well, knowing that they might be experiencing some trouble as well.
Bikky pushed open the door to his room, which thanks to Ryo's meticulous house maintenance and, well. over "anal" attitude towards cleanliness, didn't make a sound.
He relaxed now, and strode across the small room, which still had Dee's things scattered about.
No wonder he wasn't sleeping in here. he probably couldn't get the strength to get rid of any of it, much less move it.
On the desk was Ryo's travel brochure, tickets and. passport? Did you need a passport to go to Colorado? He picked up the small bundle of papers and thumbed through them, looking for the ticket. He found it between some receipts, and fished it out.
He stood over the desk, flipped on Ryo's desk lamp, and hunched over the ticket to read the fine print, which, in this dim light and to his tired eyes, was blurred only slightly.
"O-Osaka?" He muttered. He didn't know where Osaka was, but after a little more investigation, found that the city resided in Japan; Ryo's native country. In a sense, America was home to him as well, since he had American blood and was born in the states, but he probably considered Japan his homeland. (Even though he had probably never been there.) Not only that, the ticket was a one way ticket; No round trips for Ryo.
He wrinkled his nose in confusion. Why would he tell them that he was going to Colorado, when the tickets said otherwise?
He set them back down on the desk. He would talk to Carol about it tomorrow, and then to Ryo, if he wasn't too busy packing. He did leave the very next day, after all.
He yawned, stretched, and wandered to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water before he went back to bed.
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"Japan??" Carol asked wide eyed.
"Yeah, I went to his room last night, and found the plane tickets on his desk.."
Carol shrugged. "So what does it matter to you?"
"It matters to me because.. he might not be coming back."
Carol smiled. "Now why would you think that?" She said, eyeing him like a child, which indeed he was, he just didn't like it when people treated him as such.
"Think about it, Carol! Osaka is probably where his family lives."
"O-sa-ka, you mean?"
"Yeah, well anyway, that's probably where his family leaves, which means he probably won't be coming back."
Carol's all-knowing smile faded, replaced by a look of slight worry.
"Well. I. I wouldn't worry about it much, you know? I mean, he probably just changed his vacation plans, is all. He probably only wants to visit his family. Besides, he wouldn't do that. He has you to worry about."
"I don't think he even cares at this point.." Bikky muttered under his breath.
There was a loud honk outside, followed by some miscellaneous car beeps, which reminded the two that they were in a public café, two empty cups sitting on their table. They glanced at one another, thinking that they should probably be at school.
Bikky stood, his hands on the table. "I'm gonna let you cover this. I gotta go, and I got no cash."
"WHAT??"
Before Carol could stand up, he was out the door, waving his thanks, and dashing down the street.
She sighed, and fished through her pockets, leaving the total plus tip on the table.
"You little Brat!!!" She screamed, and careened down the street after him.
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The airport shuttle had arrived a little earlier than usual, but that didn't bother Ryo. He had everything packed and ready to go. The driver helped him load up, and before he knew it, he was sitting in the passenger's side, silent, as the driver tried to make small talk with him, which was the last thing he wanted. His main response to the driver was to smile and nod.
"So, where you headed?" He asked, his eyes darting from Ryo, to the road, and back again.
"Osaka," he replied simply.
"Oh really? That in. Korea or Japan, or something?"
Ryo smiled. "Yes.. Japan. I- I'm going on vacation for awhile." He stammered, thinking about how he had lied to Bikky earlier that morning. No turning back now, though. He had already bought the tickets, and was more than halfway to the airport. Deep down, he felt a little bad for lying to his foundling, but it's not like he was going to disappear forever. Besides that, Carol's Aunt was more than happy to take the brat in for a while, and she said not to worry about hurrying back. Of course it would be rude not to come back at all; but he needed some time.. to think, maybe. He didn't know what he needed time for, but he needed it. He sighed, and leaned into his seat, noting the uncomfortable chafe of the seatbelt against his neck. Damn his shortness, he thought, as he peered at the driver, who was a little more than 6', but barely. Tall enough for the seatbelt to do its job, anyway.
"Really? You got family there, or are you just traveling?"
"Just traveling." He sighed. All of his family had come to the U.S. During World War II, and even before than, his Japanese bloodline had been long since washed out by Europeans in the country. When he came to the U.S. his family barely resembled anything Asian. (Thank god for them; he was thankful he didn't have grandparents that went on and on about the Death camps and such.) If he had any relatives left in Japan, he didn't know who or where they were.
The driver eventually got the point, and asked if Ryo minded if he put his headphones on. Of course he didn't. He was soon left in peaceful, blissful silence; something he hadn't been granted with in awhile.
Check-In, of course, was boring and tedious. Ryo seemed to be in another realm of reality the whole time though; feeling as if he were dreaming it all. So before he knew it, he was in the Security check. That was where Carol and Bikky were supposed to meet him to wish him a farewell, but he saw no sign of the two. They were probably a little late; they were coming from school, after all. One baby step at a time, he got closer and closer to the point where Carol and Bikky couldn't follow. Maybe they didn't want to say goodbye.. maybe Bikky was happy that he had basically been set free into the wild, ready to cause trouble and do as he pleased? He smiled. That wouldn't be at all unlike him, but on the other hand, he was a sweet kid, and might get upset if he missed Ryo.
After the Security check, there was still no sign of the two. He sighed, and walked through, to an escalator which lead to areas where only paying passengers could be. He walked slow down the stairs, hoping maybe they were a little late.
His thoughts were interrupted by a rather out of place pounding; like fists on glass. He looked up to a large glass wall, and saw Bikky and Carol waving their arms around like Lunatics. He smiled, stopped and waved, blowing a sarcastic kiss. Bikky smiled, and pretended to shoot a gun at him. Ryo smiled, took a last glance at the two, and went down.
"Bye, guys." he said quietly, still looking up as he went down, even though he couldn't see them.
"Goodbye, Dee."
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Last Chance.
Last chance for what?
Did he know how you felt?
Did he feel the same way?
I don't want to say goodbye.
Its cold here. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared. Was it a dream? It had to have been. It was a dream.. I know it was.
God, It wasn't. I can hear them crying. I can hear Ryo.
"Please wake up. Dee.. come back to me."
He sounds so distant.
Oh God, I'm trembling. I can't die like this. Not without telling you. Not without hearing you say you love me.
If you do..
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"G. GAAAHAHA!!!"
Dee bolted upright, panting uncontrollably. His skin felt icy cold, and he was drenched in freezing sweat.
He clambered frantically at chest. and found no bullet hole. No wound, no blood.
So it was just a dream. A freaky ass dream that seemed to real. Way too real, in fact. He laughed, thinking maybe it happened, and he was being another chance..
That was ridiculous! He laughed at his naiveté, and felt the drowsiness overcome him again. He fell back into the warmth of Ryo's bed, and wanted to go back to bed, but found that he couldn't. Besides, he had to go run some errands. He grumbled, and flipped onto his side.
"Come on big boy, it's all up to you now." He muttered to himself, as if it were an inspirational speech to get him moving. It failed to work, but it was worth a try.
When he had finally gotten the will to open his heavy eyes, he slowly crawled out of bed into some clothing, which was either clean or dirty, he couldn't tell, and frankly, he didn't care. He tucked his blue shirt in, tried to zip up his pants and button them, (although this seemed to be rather difficult, considering his hands were so tired the seemed to be nothing but rectangular blocks of wood on his hands that kind of were supposed to be fingers) and then tried to button his shirt, but had realized that he had tucked it in quite sloppily before he could even button it.
It had taken him nearly an hour to fully wake (or, get dressed, as the case may be), and get a somewhat decent meal into his stomach. He sat at the table, munching at some Cream of Oranges Instant Breakfast that Ryo had bought. The clock on the wall sat across from him, ticking away as if to remind him that he had not more than a couple of hours to do his errands and get to work. He glared at the clock. It seemed to glare back, but as it turned out, that was only the second hand at such and angle to make the clock look as if it were frowning at him. He sighed, and finished up his meal, carelessly tossing the pastel blue plastic bowl into the kitchen sink.
He walked past the fridge, and checked to see if Ryo had left a shopping list. Shopping was one of the things Ryo had asked him to do, but he couldn't do it very well if he didn't know what Ryo wanted. There was indeed one, sticking to the fridge with the aid of some clever magnets that were made to look like tacks. On a flowery piece of stationary, was scribbled some demands in Ryo's delicate handwriting. It read:
"MILK, BREAD, EGGS, CREAMER, GROUND TURKEY.
TAKE TRASH OUT.
SEE YOU AT WORK. ~RYO"
He started to fold up the note, but then had a sense of déjà vu. Didn't this happen yesterday? No.
He stopped dead in his tracks. This was exactly like that damned dream.
He dropped the note, rather than shoving it into his pocket. He couldn't go to the bank. He.. He just had to get straight to work; save explanations for Ryo later, and think of a good excuse so the Chief wouldn't bug him about being early for once.
He bit his lip, and grabbed his coat and wallet, running out to the car. He jumped in, and locked himself in. There was no way that his dream predicted anything. He was so far from any mystic crap that there was no way. He didn't even believe in that crap!
He laughed, and shook his head. That's right. His dream didn't predict any damned future. He let a shaky hand lead his key to the ignition, and the car started with a comforting purr. Maybe he could go buy his movie? But he needed cash to do that. so that option was out.
Just go to work, you know you don't want to, but you should. Just go.
He sighed, slapped his inner voice, and sped off, anticipating the morning rush of traffic.
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"Dee!" Ryo smiled, when he walked past. "What are you doing here?"
"I.." He paused. "I didn't have anything else to do."
"Wow. And you came to work early? Amazing." Ryo teased amiably.
"Shut up, dude! I just was bored, okay?"
Ryo stopped. "Really? Seems like there's more to it. You have a head of glass, Dee. What's wrong?"
Dee paused, and flopped into a chair next to Ryo. "I. I had a bad dream." He waited for the small, polite cynical retort, but Ryo only sat, waiting for him to go on.
"It was so real. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do. I heard you screaming at me to wake up. telling me not to leave you. I."
He cleared his throat.
"Anyway, I woke up and found your shopping list. But everything was like how it was in the dream. The note was the same, the food was the same. the clothing scattered on the floor. it just freaked the shit outta me."
"Oh?" Ryo asked, and smiled. "It was just a dream. don't worry about it." He pat his shoulder, and turned his attention back to his paperwork.
"Um.. Ry-Ryo?" He stammered. Ryo turned back around.
"Yes?"
Dee froze up. He wanted to tell Ryo right now how he felt, and have Ryo tell him he loved him. But his courage stopped up, was stopped like water in a bottle by a cork.
"N-nevermind. I gotta go catch up on some paperwork, okay?"
"Right, right. See you tonight."
"Right." Dee sighed, and stood, stalking off to his desk. There was A LOT of paperwork he had been putting off, including a few apologies to write and damage reports to read. First off, there was the issue of the Revolver vs. Automatic. The chief had taken away his automatics, because he fired more bullets than they had in stock, and was told he could only fire 6 shots a day. He had officially broken a record, and not necessarily a good one, considering the last cop who did that was in jail now for killing an entire group of civilians. Not necessarily the sanest nut in the bin.
He sat, and pulled out a couple sheets to start his request for the return of the standard issue automatics, when Drake interrupted him with a grab on the shoulder. He yelped, and spun around, glaring apprehensively at him.
"Dee, there's a hold up downtown. They need backup. C'mon man, we gotta go!" Dee stared at him run off, cursed and grabbed his jacket, running after him. Not once did the dream cross his mind; he thought that danger was out of the way. He had done good and changed fate by not cashing his check.
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~*~ I know.. you are all getting impatient to see what is going to happen. Well let me tell you something..
SORE WA HIMITSU DESU!!
I'll get the next chapter up sooner than I did with this one, I promise. ^^ ~*~